Anti Flugzeug (a World War 2/Steampunk RP, open to all)
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The rather proper woman among them gave a small sigh. Reaching into her officers coat with a gloved hand, she pulled a small container of pills and knelt down beside the dry retching Alison.
"Here.." she handed over three small white pills "Draxaprin, or motion sickness tablets, they should settle your stomach... If you can keep them down long enough, I cant have a member of my team caught prone" The lady caught her small smile and stood to face them both.
"Bonsoir soldat... I am Dr Jaquline, ill be the one keeping you alive through all of this..."
Her confidence was typical of most upper class MD's, bordering on arrogant.
"Here.." she handed over three small white pills "Draxaprin, or motion sickness tablets, they should settle your stomach... If you can keep them down long enough, I cant have a member of my team caught prone" The lady caught her small smile and stood to face them both.
"Bonsoir soldat... I am Dr Jaquline, ill be the one keeping you alive through all of this..."
Her confidence was typical of most upper class MD's, bordering on arrogant.
"I thought that was my Job" came a rough voice as if the speaker had spent the last week practicing shouting. The speaker in question was a Man in a Maroon Coat, A rifle was strapped to his Back, and a pistol was tucked into his holster, on his coat were the badges of his Rank a Lieutenant.
Immediately The Group stood at attention As they had been trained to. The man walked to the prow of the boat where a bench rested,
"At ease Gents."
They then sat back down however Jaquiline raised her hand
"ummm No disrespect Sir. but two of us are women."
"The man lowered his chin abruptly looking down. They heard him sigh, he then sat on the bench where he could look at all of the Soldiers in the eye with only a small turn of the head.
"So Your my stealth Squad, I hope you know what yopu signed up for, this will not be easy. Now It's my job to keep you alive but I can't do it alone so I must ask that any order I give I expect it to be obeyed, I'll just give you these two things to remeber when I issue an order.
"One, I would never give an order I wouldn't do Myself
Two I won't consider this mission a complete success unless we all blow up that god-dammed airship and we ALL go home."
he didn't say any of this loudly he just put emphasis on the term.
Immediately The Group stood at attention As they had been trained to. The man walked to the prow of the boat where a bench rested,
"At ease Gents."
They then sat back down however Jaquiline raised her hand
"ummm No disrespect Sir. but two of us are women."
"The man lowered his chin abruptly looking down. They heard him sigh, he then sat on the bench where he could look at all of the Soldiers in the eye with only a small turn of the head.
"So Your my stealth Squad, I hope you know what yopu signed up for, this will not be easy. Now It's my job to keep you alive but I can't do it alone so I must ask that any order I give I expect it to be obeyed, I'll just give you these two things to remeber when I issue an order.
"One, I would never give an order I wouldn't do Myself
Two I won't consider this mission a complete success unless we all blow up that god-dammed airship and we ALL go home."
he didn't say any of this loudly he just put emphasis on the term.
Name: Brian Price
Gender: Male Age: 27
Basic physical appearance: Dark brown hair that?s been cut short. Dark Green eyes, keeps his face clean shaven, about 5.9 in height. His body used to be skinny but several weeks of training have forced muscle growth.
Profession: -Soldier , Rank, Lieutenant
Inventory:
-Weapons: Browning Rifle (automatic Rifle), Smith Wesson 10 (Revolver)
-Clothing: uniform, old Helmet, black leggings Maroon coat with metallic plating)
-Tools: Gun cleaning kit, and an Ammo Bow
Personal Item: an old photograph.
Gender: Male Age: 27
Basic physical appearance: Dark brown hair that?s been cut short. Dark Green eyes, keeps his face clean shaven, about 5.9 in height. His body used to be skinny but several weeks of training have forced muscle growth.
Profession: -Soldier , Rank, Lieutenant
Inventory:
-Weapons: Browning Rifle (automatic Rifle), Smith Wesson 10 (Revolver)
-Clothing: uniform, old Helmet, black leggings Maroon coat with metallic plating)
-Tools: Gun cleaning kit, and an Ammo Bow
Personal Item: an old photograph.
"Sir, yes sir" Alison replied casually, too busy taking the draxa-whatever the good doctor had given her to fake the respect for authority she usually did. She knew it wasn't the motion that was making her sick, more likely something she ate, but she didn't want the doctor to feel slighted. The first time she had persuaded that poor pilot to take her up, he had tried to prove to her that she wasn't cut out for flying, and tried the most violent aerial manoeuvres he knew, but ended up just making her laugh as he nearly threw up down her back. Learning to fly hadn't been easy in the one-seater spitfire, but she's made do.
"Sir, just as an addendum, I signed up expecting there to be more than a pair of others who couldn't tell a Hurricane from a Tempest. After all, aerial combat is much easier against a squadron of Messerschmitts if you aren't the only other plane in the sky. I'm not saying I won't take the mission sir, that's obvious, but things will not be easy unless I have some form of backup."
"Sir, just as an addendum, I signed up expecting there to be more than a pair of others who couldn't tell a Hurricane from a Tempest. After all, aerial combat is much easier against a squadron of Messerschmitts if you aren't the only other plane in the sky. I'm not saying I won't take the mission sir, that's obvious, but things will not be easy unless I have some form of backup."
Price looked at the Young girl
" Lt. Snow is it?"
Alison nodded.
"Well Let me inform you that theres a good chance we'll have reinforcements, I can't say how many but I do know that If your flying skills are needed we'll probably be able to find Someone who can keep the Bullets away from you."
He never raised his voice It just got lower, making them listen more closely.
" Lt. Snow is it?"
Alison nodded.
"Well Let me inform you that theres a good chance we'll have reinforcements, I can't say how many but I do know that If your flying skills are needed we'll probably be able to find Someone who can keep the Bullets away from you."
He never raised his voice It just got lower, making them listen more closely.
"Flight Lieutenant, sir." Alison corrected, not having wanted to cross a line by contradicting him when he had something left to say. "I'm not looking for backup or a bullet sponge sir, I'm looking for a flight partner. A wingman, sir. There are manoeuvres you can't touch without someone watching your tail or to set up the move. A half-roll before a dive opens you up to sideline fire, sir. You need someone on you to watch, to tell you what's going on and to discourage any funny business from the enemy."
"If he can fly a plane and is on my side, I trust him" Alison said, her response something she believed in fully. No-one would ever do anything but their best if someone else's life was at stake, and anyone who didn't wasn't on her side. "So where are we making ground and what's our next move after that?" she asked, not wanting to isolate the others from the conversation. If she was going to be working with the pair, she probably had some making up to do about the Hurricane comment, though it probably was true.
Jaquiline listened carefully, a hand to her pursed lips as she tried to recall the details of her debriefing.
"Sir... if i may?" she stepped forward slightly "I now this mission is on a need to know basis, and it is my job to make sure everyone here is fighting fit, but there are certain drugs and enhancements in my kit that behave contrary to their desired effect whilst in high altitudes.." She paused slightly realizing her statement may have put the others on edge about her tinctures and pills "So my question is, will the Airship be on its maiden voyage or will we be destroying it before it even leaves the woodwork?" Jaquiline made sure as to stand at attention, trying to keep her lecturing tone at a minimum, the last thing she needed was to be reprimanded for insubordination.. Again.
"Sir... if i may?" she stepped forward slightly "I now this mission is on a need to know basis, and it is my job to make sure everyone here is fighting fit, but there are certain drugs and enhancements in my kit that behave contrary to their desired effect whilst in high altitudes.." She paused slightly realizing her statement may have put the others on edge about her tinctures and pills "So my question is, will the Airship be on its maiden voyage or will we be destroying it before it even leaves the woodwork?" Jaquiline made sure as to stand at attention, trying to keep her lecturing tone at a minimum, the last thing she needed was to be reprimanded for insubordination.. Again.
Name: Locke Barnet Designation: Ghost
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Basic physical appearance:
Not the clothes, just the face.
Profession: Close Quarters Combat (Specialist) More detail: He sneaks up behind the enemy and kills them silently one by one or sabotages stuff. He can also fix certain kinds of vehicles but nothing fancy, just what he has learned from sabotage.
Inventory:
-Weapons: Silenced steam powered nail gun. It fires darts that are the width of a pencil and about an inch long. It is also completely silent.
He also uses two collapsible hidden blade on either wrist and is a master of hand to hand combat.
-Clothing: This is the outfit he wears on missions along with a ski mask and gloves.
-Tools: It varies based on the kind of mission he his doing but the things he gererally takes with him are: lock picks, a monocle with layers of telescopic lenses, a cyanide pill and spare ammo for his gun. His personal item is a set of dog tags that say ?Locke Alexander Barnet?
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Basic physical appearance:
Profession: Close Quarters Combat (Specialist) More detail: He sneaks up behind the enemy and kills them silently one by one or sabotages stuff. He can also fix certain kinds of vehicles but nothing fancy, just what he has learned from sabotage.
Inventory:
-Weapons: Silenced steam powered nail gun. It fires darts that are the width of a pencil and about an inch long. It is also completely silent.
-Clothing: This is the outfit he wears on missions along with a ski mask and gloves.
A chill went through Jaqui's spine as the lieutenants green eyes stared her down, had she read the reports right? had she been mistaken? why else would he have shot her down so badly?... she gulped, bowed her head a little.
"Right..." she replied with a sheepish tone, trying to retain the confidence she had only moments ago. She could feel the others eyes on her and her stomach began to churn, but she couldn't back out of the mission now... "Sir is there any other requirements we may need before we land?" she asked.
"Right..." she replied with a sheepish tone, trying to retain the confidence she had only moments ago. She could feel the others eyes on her and her stomach began to churn, but she couldn't back out of the mission now... "Sir is there any other requirements we may need before we land?" she asked.
Name: Arthur Anders
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Basic physical appearance:5'5",greying before his time, wide mouth, laugh lines, a burn mark on his cheak. he requires glasses ut wears goggle in place. Always wears his lucky tie (lucky because he takes it with him everywhere and is never stained) and keeps billycock near at all times
Profession: Pilot: airtank (a heavily armoured personal blimp with a cannon on the bottom. ya can't have steampunk without blimps)
Inventory: submachine gun, stanard pilot outfit but with a bright orange tie and a billycock.
also, he's English
Ooh! Ooh! can I enter by landing my airtank on the ship?
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Basic physical appearance:5'5",greying before his time, wide mouth, laugh lines, a burn mark on his cheak. he requires glasses ut wears goggle in place. Always wears his lucky tie (lucky because he takes it with him everywhere and is never stained) and keeps billycock near at all times
Profession: Pilot: airtank (a heavily armoured personal blimp with a cannon on the bottom. ya can't have steampunk without blimps)
Inventory: submachine gun, stanard pilot outfit but with a bright orange tie and a billycock.
also, he's English
Ooh! Ooh! can I enter by landing my airtank on the ship?
Name: Daniel O'Connor
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Nationality: Canadian
Basic physical appearance: 6' 1", lean, muscular, light tan. Messy blond hair, sideburns, dark brown eyes.
Profession: Mechanic/Inventor (Likes to tinker with random stuff in his spare time.)
Inventory:
-Weapons: Custom 8-round revolver
-Clothing: Green coveralls, sleeves rolled up, steel-toed boots, leather work gloves, welding goggles worn around the neck.
-Tools: Standard tool kit.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Nationality: Canadian
Basic physical appearance: 6' 1", lean, muscular, light tan. Messy blond hair, sideburns, dark brown eyes.
Profession: Mechanic/Inventor (Likes to tinker with random stuff in his spare time.)
Inventory:
-Weapons: Custom 8-round revolver
-Clothing: Green coveralls, sleeves rolled up, steel-toed boots, leather work gloves, welding goggles worn around the neck.
-Tools: Standard tool kit.
The morning sun began to rise the shores of Dunkirk were clearly visible
"Well we've arrived It's going to be long journey and likely on foot.
As for requirements, I just suggest you Follow me, I know where to go."
with that the Boat landed Brian put on his helmet it was old and had been dented. The back end of the boat opened up. as they got onto the the bunker was visible once inside they saw there were three men sitting by a table
"So your our reinforcements?"
"Well we've arrived It's going to be long journey and likely on foot.
As for requirements, I just suggest you Follow me, I know where to go."
with that the Boat landed Brian put on his helmet it was old and had been dented. The back end of the boat opened up. as they got onto the the bunker was visible once inside they saw there were three men sitting by a table
"So your our reinforcements?"
PS the three men are the guy who have applied but weren't with us on the boat